Текст песни Нина - рябинушка

Ah, the red rowan
Among the yellow autumn.
I look at you, my love,
Now the part.

On the part of the suffering of the former,
From the years gone by,
Which, if zoryam vernal,
Already return no more.

Fly like swallows, leaves
With my love along the way;
And there is only the last point,
And yet there is no word "sorry."

Still clinging to the memory
Happy days of spring thunder,
When love wandering with us
Hiding have one wing.

In the spring the swallows come back,
Leaving the sea love,
And over the rowan sweep,
And something I was reminded once again ...

Ah, the red rowan
Among the yellow autumn ...
I look at you, my love,
From the side of non-returnable.